i. my little pigeon,i.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you walk the line between
reality and imagination, straying
into the unknown and bringing
back little pieces of wonder
with you when you return.
ink drips from your fingers as
you smear words onto pages,
breathing life into stiff pieces
of paper torn from your notebook.
coffee may be where i found
my home, but it's tea that runs
through my veins. i could braid
your hair for hours, letting the silky
strands run through my fingers like
your words run through my heart.
we can walk into the sunrise together,
holding hands and laughing. i will share
the sunsets i hold in my tiny palms,
and you can share the stories you lock
in your heart. i want to travel the world
with you, pointing out the little quirks
that make up people and stumbling
into adventures behind little shops
and backwards alley ways. i hope
you remember your handkerchief,
or we might end up flying there and
back again in the blink of an eye.
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 7-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 7: From Deep Within
Dark came out from the mirror in the Minish Woods which was still laid on the ground. It was as if he just came out of a swimming pool, grabbing onto the mirror's edges. He spotted Link near one of the fallen logs of the forest. With the magical cap in hand, he approached Link, who never turned back to look at him.
"Hey Link. I got it."
"Dark look at this."
Link turned around that made Dark's eyes widen and his mouth agape. What Link was holding in his hands was the stuffed cucco, Robin. It got a bit dirty due to the forest's dust and mud, but it can easily be rubbed off.
"Link, where'd you get him?" said Dark, not knowing whether he should be happy or baffled.
"I found him right here, on this trunk over here."
Dark still looked a bit bewildered, but he tried his best to shrug it off. He knew that there was something they both needed to go to and fast! He returned the cucco back to Link's house, then settled himself to their plan.
Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 6-Aftermath :LoZ: -Chapter 6-6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 6: Confrontations
"All right, Vaati. You may open your eyes now."
The purple boy opened his eyes and what he saw made his mouth left agape.
"Surprise!" exclaimed Dark. The boys were in their casual attire. Link wore a green polo over his white shirt, with matching black pants and white rubber shoes. Dark wore a black jacket with a white shirt underneath that measured until half of his upper body, with matching silver triforce necklace and black pants and shoes. Vaati wore a slightly loose deep violet jacket with white tights underneath and deep violet boots. He also wore a dark purple bonnet with thick lavender lining.
And the reason why they were in those clothes was because of what Vaati had seen. Before Vaati's eyes was a beautiful amusement park filled with different lights that softly gleamed with all the joy that could be felt even outside of it. They could hear screams and laughter of joy from inside the vicinity, almost making them want to just barge inside. But wait, t
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.
the stained masqueradei have a red-line-rash from scratching too much;the stained masquerade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you always rubbed me the wrong way, but i guess
that's what i liked about you, wasn't it?
you could go on for days about how girls
shouldn't wear powder foundation
while you dabbed it on your own nose.
i hated the way your rain boots would squeak
after you jumped into a puddle of mud.
you never cared about "intended use," and
i guess that's why you liked me. you could use
me any way you wanted and i just wouldn't care.
the ballroom inside your mind is cracking, though,
because i took off my mask when i wasn't supposed to.
it's not time to play make believe any more:
"you need to grow up, earn your own bread and butter."
but you couldn't take the reality of the world
so you hid inside your mind and used me as your puppet.
i'm leaving marks on my arm again, as i lie on your bed
without pajamas, because if i turn up
dead i want the world to know what happened to me.
i want them to know that a girl acting like a train
crashed into my life an
Lasting Impressions.It crossed my mindLasting Impressions.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete
It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting
It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close
Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
Little clown.Little clown, Little clown.Little clown.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What have you done?
Little clown, Little clown,
Theres nowere to run.
You see the flaws.
The hole is there.
Your never tame.
And you dont care.
You live a dream,
Its all imagination.
And locked inside your body,
Is a horrible creation.
Its why many have died.
And you promised yourself,
You would never cry.
Dont wake up.
You have to deal with this everyday pain,
Because you know it runs in your veins.
From one of you to another,
The insanity carries on,
Keeping you awake,
Yet still dreaming,
From night till dawn.
Keep dreaming little clown,
Little clown, Little clown,
Its not in your head.
Little clown, Little clown,
i was someone.I was someone before I met you, too.i was someone.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I had what I needed
My child mind dreamed of dragons and glitter rain.
I sang myself to sleep each night,
A cradlesong like stars flickering
Knowing that someday I'd be everything I wanted to be.
Your eyes will no longer be the prison
That holds me.
I will believe in the myths again
If it's what will save me.
I choose the life I live.
And I choose a life that is danced, not staggered through;
A life that embraces mystery.
I choose to accept what you have done to me,
But not let it consume me.
I was someone before I met you, too.
Twinkle StarTwinkle twinkle little starTwinkle Star3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Noone cares just who you are
When you fall the fall is far
Twinkle twinkle superstar.
Addressed to Jane Doesome nights I like to tear my veins out, individuallyAddressed to Jane Doe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like flower tendrils waiting to bloom and
string them up in the sun I never got to see;
violet memories, severe and sharp around the edges
like the day her eyes clouded over. blooming
purple, precious thing, nurtured by her inability to say no;
I wonder what she’d say when she saw the spaceships
steal the sky. she’d raise her bloodless palms
to the empty heavens and ask them to take her, too
(these nightmares are a self-diagnosed
expiration date, I wake to the sound
of your wildflower heart mourning my
goodbye. I still wince like there’s
a war being fought between my bones;
the history books won’t remember the way
death knelt and cleaned my canvas
skin, kissing my forehead before
abandoning me to lose in peace) dear
nameless, the numbers stamped on your wrist are not
an identity. on nights such as these, I swallow your voice
like a shot of whiskey and string myself out like you,
the porcelain savior, hollow,
Ode to PoopI poop sometimesOde to Poop3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
But not every day
Downwards it climbs
My dinner, from yesterday.
It escapes in a blur
My digestion's debris
It varies in texture
shape, and consistency.
It's a relief after meals
And not to sound perverse
but is this how it feels
to be gay, in reverse?
I'll admit I enjoy
releasing a groan.
when my torpedoes deploy
in the porcelain throne.
I am MeI am the river,I am Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but I am the flame.
I am the silence.
I have been named.
I am the constant moon,
I am the burning sun.
I am the ocean,
but I am the shore.
I am an era of peace.
I am the start of war.
I am scorching thirst,
I am devouring hunger.
I am prosperity,
but I am the scourge.
I am security.
I am a purge.
I am corrupt discipline,
and I am perfect discord.
The legend of the Silvertear lakeOnce upon a time, in years beyond our own, a dragon of the Timekeepers flight fell in love with a mortal woman. Her hair was the colour of sunlight, her lips like a rose in bloom, and her eyes rivalled the midnight sky.The legend of the Silvertear lake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But their love could not be, for no dragon may love a mortal, and no mortal will ever live long enough to share a dragons life.
Yet, they met in secret under the weeping willows, pledging their undying love under the moon, and for just a few hours, he made time stand still.
As years passed by and mortality withered her beauty like the leaves of autumn, the dragon decided to stop time eternally so his love would never die. He travelled through dreams, through time, through life itself to find the means to end all times. But his brethren had learned of his love, and of his madness, and they ended his flight, chaining him to the bonds of the earth. Cast out from his flight he sought refuge with his loved one and lived by her side, eternally young, watching as she withered
suburban filthMy life is a joke andsuburban filth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I’m not laughing anymore,
But I swear I’m trying
I really am-
it’s just that
This town has ingrained itself
Into my lungs
To the point where
Pollution is anally fucking me
And that’s not poetic,
But it’s true
and it’s honest
But honesty is over rated;
And the truth like god
sounds better in theory
sandstormthere is sand in my teethsandstorm3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from days i don't remember;
hot-sun deserts singeing
the hairs on the back of my neck,
feet back from burns:
i know what it's like
playing with fire.
i know how to perch
like birds on my thin toes
along a wire,
i know the electricity
coursing through the rubber,
a centimetre from death:
i have yet to fall.
on precarious precipices,
i am wondering if my wings still work,
or if i've purged them out;
if they've atrophied from my back,
or filled with bile.
the sand shifts
and i am looking at bone.
a skeleton, full and articulate.
the desert has charred him black;
his skin has burned away.
in his teeth
he will never remember.
Abandoned by the MuseThere's something I want to write.Abandoned by the Muse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's there in my fingers but I still can't type it.
There's something I want to say.
It's there on the tip of my tongue,
but I can't find the words.
There's a drawing in my pen,
but it is stuck there and I can't seem to get it out.
The screen remains blank.
My mouth just runs dry with unspoken words.
The paper is mocking me in all its purity.
Not a word, not a line, not a single brush of the pen.
The muse of inspiration has abandoned me again.
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
SO I DECIDED TO ROLEPLAY AS DAD....SO I DECIDED TO ROLEPLAY AS DAD....3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
▼: Hey John, this is your Dad. And I don't know when you'll get this. But I want you know that I couldn't have asked for a better son, and I'm very proud of you.
▲: oh my god.
▼: Hello Son.
▲: dad. is that actually you??
▼: The one and only. *smiles*
▲: wow. dad...
▲: i really missed you.
▲: like, a lot.
▲: dad. i love you.
▼: It's good to see you Son. I missed you too. You've changed so much!
▼: Heh I love you too Son.
▲: i know! ha. a lot of stuff has changed, really. it is pretty crazy.
▼: I'm sure heheh
▼: I'm sorry I haven't really been there for you.
▼: I feel like I've been a really bad Dad sometimes.
▲: no no, dad. you're seriously the best dad.
▲: i mean. i was kind of lame about the cakes.
▲: but i just wish i appreciated you more. i couldn't ask for a better dad.
▼: *smiles* Thanks Son. That really means a lot you know.
▼: And sorry about the
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.The girl in the pond3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,
and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.
It looked like an ever changing halo
moving gently in a soft breeze.
She had lost a shoe
Her deep, blue eyes stared into heaven
and the freckles of her skin drew constellations
against the pale background to mirror the stars above.
Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hair
paying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left open
almost like an invitation.
I looked at her
I loved her...
Thinking it was the least I could do
now that she had been so carelessly abandoned.
It was my duty to remember her.
I took the memory of her and stuffed it away
for safe keeping
The rest was just a shell
now empty and soon decayed.
Then I left
leaving only the pond behind to swallow its secrets.